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March 3, 2011
The sharp edges I've found, by way of the personal ovens where old words are forged anew, honed to razor clarity in secret venues of performances, attack by swift unquestioned actions, the rough, blunt and dissembling verbs left to be sold as keys to completeness for unsuspecting bodies in rooms of alleged wisdom at a cost surrendered to the appropriate agencies with meticulous dotted lines, there alone can the illness proliferate its disease most eloquently...what say the avatars of this blight but casual nods of acquiescence, acceptance and fear disguised as confidence? I will not be so easily tricked.